Football: He suffered a broken leg at the start of the game, but partnered with Haaland!

"Aryan, that's not right. How can you call that freeloading?"

Sun Yang spread his hands, adopting a matter-of-fact expression.

He took a half step closer, staring at Robben's shiny bald head as he continued his charade: "Since you announced your retirement last year, we haven't seen a truly effective inside cut-in move in Europe's top five leagues. Now, all those wingers rely on one trick: going down the wing and crossing, or passing back to secure a kill."

"You're the only one in the world who can cut inside from the edge of the penalty area like it's his backyard, casually chipping the ball into the corner of the net with ease."

Sun Yang emphasized his words, his eyes even showing a hint of heartache.

"The 'Robben Passage' hasn't been seen in a long time. Can you really bear to watch this killer move that gave goalkeepers all over Europe nightmares just become a fossil on a videotape, completely extinct?"

Robben's hand, which was touching his bald head, froze in mid-air.

Even though he knew the Asian kid in front of him was using a clumsy provocation, his inherent arrogance as a top star was still accurately hit where it hurt.

Henry, standing to the side, put his hands on his hips and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He mocked in French-accented English, "My God, to make robbery sound like saving the world. You Asian kid have such thick skin, you probably wouldn't even leave a mark even if you took a shot from my cannon."

Despite his harsh criticism, Henry's gaze towards Sun Yang held a subtle hint of approval.

Professional football is never a dinner party; the football field is a brutal jungle where the strong prey on the weak.

Compared to those timid and obedient kids, these crazy people who are willing to sacrifice everything to become stronger are often the ones who survive the longest in this industry. If this kid were to actually rip off all the signature moves of the superstars on the field and sew them onto his body, he would definitely become an unstoppable monster on the pitch.

Limited by the system's hard-triggered "tactical discussion" rules, and given that Sun Yang's words really hit the nail on the head, these two super assassins no longer held back.

Robben pointed to his left foot.

"Focus on my supporting foot. That inside cut will completely fool the defender; the key isn't how fast your foot is when you dribble the ball."

Robben subtly extended his ankle, delivering a fluid demonstration: "The key is whether your supporting foot can, during high-speed dribbling, pierce the turf like a nail, forcibly completing a change of direction at an angle exceeding sixty degrees!"

Henry then stepped on the ball directly, demonstrating in slow motion the adjustment of his footwork for pushing the ball into the far corner.

"The dumbest thing you can do is slow down before you shoot. What you need to do is use the space created by your last touch to suddenly lower your center of gravity."

Henry's left leg was slightly bent, and the inside of his right foot was gently pressed against the ball.

"Let the inside of your foot completely wrap around the lower middle part of the ball. You don't need to use brute force to strike; use the momentum of your sprint to gently and fatally push it into the corner."

The fifteen-minute break passed in the blink of an eye.

The system's mechanical prompts rang out in Sun Yang's mind precisely on time.

[Ding! Detected that the host has completed a tactical discussion.]

[Robben's cut-in and shot (beginner level) has been added to the skill library.]

[Henry's shot into the far corner from the penalty area (beginner level) has been added to the skill library.]

[Current Status: Muscle memory for actual combat power generation has not been mastered and needs to be activated through repeated training.]

As the referee blew the whistle to start the second half, both teams returned to the field.

After the first half's insane, all-out attacking battle, even though the four players on the field were all historical superstars at the pinnacle of football, their chests were noticeably heaving more violently.

Both teams tacitly abandoned the track and field-style approach of running all over the field in the first half, and shifted their tactical focus entirely to midfield domination.

Once the game devolved into positional play and possession-based rhythm, the White team, with its Dutch duo, immediately displayed a suffocating level of control.

Gullit and Rijkaard, arguably the most perfect defensive midfield duo in football history, began to officially take over the game.

Whether it was the physical confrontation of clashing muscles, the interception of runs that locked down the lanes, or the metronome-like distribution of ball possession, the two cooperated seamlessly, giving the red team no room to fight back.

In the 55th minute, Rijkaard intercepted the ball in the backfield.

Facing the Red Team's attacking midfielder's fierce charge, he didn't even flinch, forcefully dispossessing the opponent's shoulder and cleanly stealing the ball from his feet. This time, instead of rushing to launch a long counter-attack, he twisted his ankle and passed the ball low to the ground to Gullit beside him.

Gullit was immediately pressured by two players after receiving the ball.

Instead of panicking, he used his broad back to brace against the defender. He casually juggled the ball twice with his right foot, then cleverly flicked it with his heel to pass it to Sun Yang, who had dropped back to receive it.

The white team began a ruthless ball-controlling maneuver.

The ball was constantly being pulled laterally across the left, center, and right flanks. After a dozen or so seamless short passes, the already fatigued Red Team defense finally developed a crack on the right flank.

Sun Yang received the ball at the top of the center circle.

Pirlo's long-range vision worked wonders in his mind, allowing him to pinpoint the fleeting opening on the right flank with radar-like precision.

Without any unnecessary pauses or adjustments, he met the incoming ball with the outside of his right foot and flicked it.

The ball, with a strong horizontal spin, drew an exaggerated outward curve, precisely clearing the head of the Red Team's left-back, and landed steadily on a large open area near the byline.

Gullit strode forward like a black cheetah.

He forcefully pushed aside the defender who was trying to cover him with his shoulder and completed a cross from the byline just one second before the ball was about to go out of bounds.

Chaos immediately erupted inside the red team's penalty area.

Sun Yang burst into the penalty area and leaped high like a helicopter, delivering a powerful and heavy header that slammed into the far corner of the goal.

The virtual goalkeeper didn't even finish his jump to make a save; he could only listen in despair to the sound of the ball hitting the net.

5-4! The White Team is ahead again!

For the next twenty minutes, the white team firmly controlled the heartbeat on the field.

Sandwiched between Gullit and Rijkaard, Sun Yang truly experienced what masterful control of the game meant. Knowing when to accelerate the attack and when to slow down and lull the opponent into a false sense of security, every maneuver relentlessly tore apart the opponent's defensive formation.

In the 70th minute, Sun Yang received the ball at the edge of the penalty area.

His thigh muscles suddenly tensed, as if he was about to unleash a powerful shot at the goal.

This convincing feint tricked two defenders into sliding tackles to block it. Just as the two players fell to the ground, Sun Yang's tense right foot suddenly relaxed, his ankle subtly flicking as he delivered a low, through ball.

Rijkaard, who had made a run from the back, arrived in a flash and unleashed a powerful low shot at the ball, completely ignoring the danger.

The ball went through the nutmeg between the red team goalkeeper's legs.

6 is better than 4!

Leading by two goals with less than twenty minutes remaining, the white team had an outrageous 65% possession rate.

In any other professional competition, this would be a death sentence.

But the ball is round, and its unpredictability is what makes it so magical, especially when you're facing two monsters with terrifying individual explosive abilities.

Completely suppressed, the Red Team tore up their tactics board, abandoned the ineffective midfield entanglement, and launched the most primitive and deadliest defensive counter-attacking tactic.

In the 78th minute, the Red Team defender made a dangerous tackle inside the penalty area.

Without any midfield transition, the defender swung his right leg wide, sending the ball like a cannonball behind the white team's defense.

The pass was very rough; it not only landed deep but also rolled off course towards the sideline.

But that place belonged to Henry.

The French striker started his run down the left flank like a cheetah. His first step might not be as explosive as Caniggia's, but once his signature long legs were fully extended, his acceleration in the mid-to-late stages far exceeded the physiological limits of human beings.

The white team's full-back clearly had a five-meter advantage in terms of lead time.

But after only fifteen meters of chasing, Henry, who was speeding at full speed, overtook him from the outside lane and completely overtook him with his speed, completing an unreasonable and forceful overtake!

There were no fancy dribbling moves whatsoever.

Henry caught up with the ball just two meters from the byline, and with a powerful right-footed flick to the inside, he shook off the center-back who was trying to slide in to cover.

He sped along the edge of the restricted area and into the heart of the territory.

Facing a goalkeeper who rushed out of his goal, Henry neither slowed down nor made any adjustments.

His left leg sank into the grass like a steel pillar, forcibly lowering his center of gravity, while his right foot steadily pushed the ball towards the lower middle part.

It was the exact same move that was just taught to Sun Yang on the sidelines – the original push to the far corner!

The ball, as if equipped with a guidance radar, skimmed along the grass, slipped past the goalkeeper's outstretched fingertips, and struck the bottom right corner of the goal without missing a beat.

6 is better than 5!

The ball tumbled through the net, and this goal, imbued with the indomitable pride of the Kings of Highbury, ignited the Reds' counter-attack.